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He probably saw that bag of dildos and felt sorry for me and has now let me through the gates because he knows I’m a sad sack who isn’t getting anything anymore. That I’ve had to resort to all sorts of toys to get myself off.
I’m only twenty-one, and I’m in dire need of help.
“Angel is waiting for you,” he announces, and for a moment, I wonder who the fuck Angel is. Not that I ask him that. No, I just drive forward slowly, trying not to give myself away.
It’s only when I park my car and see an angelic guy with curly blond hair standing on the front steps with Tatum by his side that I realize I’ve seen him before.
This is Anthony Costello’s son. That man has two cars in the shop that are there to be refurbished. And every time he shows up to check in, I feel my butthole clench.
And not in a good way.
“Hi!” Angel says softly with a genuine smile and a blush to his cheeks. “I remember you. I’m Angel.”
“Hi, yeah, I remember you too. I’m Ben.”
“I know,” he says and then Tatum slings an arm around Angel’s shoulders and jostles him slightly. Angel peers up at Tatum and rolls his eyes, but Tatum ignores him, reaching out his other arm and forcing me to schlep over to him.
He pulls me into his side and kisses my temple with a loudmwah.
“Alright, you fuckers. Time to finally be friends so we can hang out together. You know, when Ben isn’t getting his ass pounded.”
Angel looks at Tatum and then shakes his head. “Tatum, really. You need to watch your mouth, I swear. My dad isn’t going to let you visit if he thinks you’re corrupting me.”
“But corruption is so fun and your dad knows that full well.”
I follow them up the exterior marble steps and into a lavish interior. Everything is white and gray and silver. Even the paint looks rich. I can’t believe people live like this. How much money does this guy have?
I’ve heard whisperings that Anthony is in the mafia, but who the fuck is in the mafia these days? That’s not a real thing. Right? Or maybe it’s the mob. Jesus. Fuck.
“What’s your dad do?” I ask, and Angel shrugs.
“I don’t know. Something to do with shipping.”
“Yeah, shipping drugs,” Tatum snorts, his voice echoing off the pristine walls. I swear, my friend has no sense of self-preservation.
“Shush,” Angel says with a laugh but it dies off when an imposing man appears on the stairs leading up to the second level. He’s wearing a suit and tie, looking impeccable.
Anthony.
I recognize him from the shop, and even from a distance, I feel like I’m going to poop my pants.
He glowers down at Tatum who only waggles his fingers at him, completely unbothered by this man. “Hello, hottie.”
Anthony’s jaw ticks and Angel bites his lip to stifle a giggle, pulling the two of us forward quickly.
“God. You make him so mad,” Angel says quietly. “I swear.”
“It’s too fun,” Tatum says, his pink hair awry, his cheeks flushed as Angel pulls us down a long hallway and into some kind of conservatory. It’s enormous with tropical plants covering every inch of the space. It’s like a veritable Garden of Eden.
“God, this is so cool,” I say, and Angel nods.
“My dad built it for me. He knows how much I love nature.”
I mean, I would think someone could just go for a hike, but then again, Anthony doesn’t seem like he lets Angel out of his sight.
“I’m telling you. You have to go on a camping trip with me and the guys,” Tatum suggests.
Angel flushes and shakes his head. “My dad wouldn’t let me. I’m really not supposed to leave the house without him or a bodyguard.”
